As one door closes, another opens they say.
And in my mind, I like to think that there is a corridor between the doors. A place to stand for a second and breathe. A moment between rooms. A pause to celebrate or appreciated the previous room and all it offered, before stepping over the threshold into the new.
In this corridor, between the doors of what has been and what is yet to come, you may slump, exhausted, from the experience Room One offered. You may drag yourself, slightly bruised and trepidatious to your new destination. You might be hammering on the old door, begging to get back in.
Or you might find you are dancing with a little glee.
Door closed. Move on.
On really really good days? You’ll be shaking your maracas, baby. Or maybe you are Congo-ing with a line of folk.
But here. In the corridor. Between the life doors, take a moment.
Look in the mirror on the corridor wall and smile to yourself. You made it this far.
Since I posted I have found the original quote:
“when one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us”
Alexander Graham Bell